Goodbye

Peering through the airplane window, I observed the two women seated ahead of me engaged in idle chatter, oblivious to my growing anxiety. Their conversation seemed so serious, a stark contrast to the turmoil churning within me. As my gaze drifted beyond the cabin, the sight of police officers swarming the airport with serious looks sent a shiver down my spine. They moved with all seriousness, their eyes scanning the crowd, searching for someone they believed to be a fugitive in hiding.

"It looks like they're at it again," one of the women remarked, her voice tinged with curiosity and concern. "I heard they caught someone earlier, but maybe it was the wrong person?"

Her companion leaned closer to the window, squinting at the scene unfolding outside. "It must be serious for them to double-check like this. I just hope it doesn't delay our flight."

I pressed my forehead against the cool glass, feeling a bead of sweat trail down my temple. "Let this plane move," I whispered under my breat